I was born to a man who had not chosen me,
And became a source of great joy, you see.
Seldom did I see him, for his work kept him busy.
My mother was my friend so in her I took refuge.
We had our special times of fun that I remember.
Short but special moments brought smiles to my face.
Enough moments to count on one hand were plenty.
I held each one tightly, my heart wasn’t empty. .
Then one day he approached me, sullen and quiet.
A brown bath towel he held in his shaking right hand.
My eyes grew with wonder what was about to be shared.
And out of his mouth came astonishing words of despair.
He left soon thereafter, took all his stuff,
Loaded them into his car, drove away looking tough.
I begged him to stay, and told him I loved him,
Not a difference it made, he never looked back.
To this day I still love him, with all of my heart.
But what had I done or said I often thought.
I was his daughter, his baby, then one day he was gone.
No answer or reason, just like that, what had gone wrong?.
I realize now that he never knew who I was.
If he had, he’d of stayed, no matter the cost.
For the love in my heart could never be taken.
I understand why my world was so heavily shaken.
2 comments:
I found your blog through the CWO blog ring. Yours is actually the first one I hav read. I too am a child of divorce (two times). I was 3 and then 13. I can certainly connect with this poem and the "But Why" one. I enjoy writing poetry as well. I hope you have found some of the answers you are looking for.
A touching, heart-wrenching poem.
Poetry has a way of dragging words out of us that we might not be able to express otherwise.
I pray that God is filling in some of those old gaps left by your father's leaving.
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